The war we were fighting doesn’t involve any of the desperate conditions of the World War I trenches, or the mass destruction of the monumental batt...es of World War II. In fact, my average Tuesday morning might involve an hour long firefight followed by a helicopter ride back home for a nice lunch.But the single thing that we DO have in common with all of the soldiers from all of those other wars was the prospect of our imminent demise. So, you either develop a thick skin, or you go nuts.I. " That sounds like a great idea," I replied as she slid off of me before we both walked hand-in-hand to the deck. We grabbed our beers and slid into the warm water for a relaxing soak. We were side-by-side with her head leaning on my shoulder before I asked, "So what did that comment about you paying for me mean?" Does it matter?" she answered as her hand stroked the inside of my thigh."You don't have to try and distract me by getting me riled up again. I'm a firm believer in all's fair in love. I ripped the fabric off the side of her garter. The side of her body would be perfect. I opened the box of tattoo supplies and prepared it. With my left hand, I gripped her side and with my right, I began writing on her body. She was screaming bloody murder but it just made me so horny. After I was finished, #167 was written on her side."W-Why am I number 167 and not number 1?"she asked, worried." Your the 167th girl to come through this business. And you won't be the last"I said."I pushed the. The fact my swollen pussy was uncomfortable in my jeans and the cause wasn't due to my husband, that was my secret. While we were clearing the table I whispered to tell Jason that I couldn't meet him in the laundry room tonight. His look of disappointment was replaced with a wide grin when I whispered that he'd fucked me raw. Again!It's amazing what can become 'normal.' Jason went to school. My husband went to work. Jason would return from school and we'd have an hour or an hour-and-a-half of.